Marie,
A Wonderful Soul
© by Bud Lemire on Nov 9,
2018
In a place
where she lives, and she calls home
Her hearing
isn't good, her sight isn't great
The little
things in life, is what she appreciates
She watches
TV, in her home every night
A special
soul, who's embraced by the light
All she
wants, is to be free to do
Everything,
that would come easily to you
To watch the
Detroit Lions, and enjoy every game
Win or lose,
she'd enjoy it all the same
Her Angels
surround her, all over the place
They guide
her daily, with all she will face
Family stops
by, to see if she is okay
Her life
through the year, is a normal day
A game of
Cribbage, when her Senior Companion is there
Just good
company, with a good friend to share
She has a
Walker, and a Wheelchair
She loves her
awning, she'll sit and stare
I know this
woman, and I will tell you
She
appreciates everything, that you will do
If you listen
closely, you just might hear
The Angels
that sing, just for her ear
Let freedom
be, as long as it can for this soul
Life is short
enough, and this you should know
When you get
older, wouldn't you like your freedom too
To still be
able to do, all the things that you do
This poem is for my
friend who I play Cribbage with
every Friday. Marie
Sundberg. you are a dear lady
who deserves all the
good things in life, Everyone
who comes into contact
with you cannot help but
like you. Your soul
shines and radiates for all to
see and hear. Thank
you, for being my friend.
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